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"
They
seem
to
have
found
out
the
cell
of
the
man
.
Look
,
look
!
is
not
that
the
window
of
the
cell
where
Cornelius
was
locked
up
?
"
A
man
had
seized
with
both
hands
and
was
shaking
the
iron
bars
of
the
window
in
the
room
which
Cornelius
had
left
only
ten
minutes
before
.
"
Halloa
,
halloa
!
"
the
man
called
out
,
"
he
is
gone
.
"
"
How
is
that
?
gone
?
"
asked
those
of
the
mob
who
had
not
been
able
to
get
into
the
prison
,
crowded
as
it
was
with
the
mass
of
intruders
.
"
Gone
,
gone
,
"
repeated
the
man
in
a
rage
,
"
the
bird
has
flown
.
"
"
What
does
this
man
say
?
"
asked
his
Highness
,
growing
quite
pale
.
"
Oh
,
Monseigneur
,
he
says
a
thing
which
would
be
very
fortunate
if
it
should
turn
out
true
!
"
"
Certainly
it
would
be
fortunate
if
it
were
true
,
"
said
the
young
man
;
"
unfortunately
it
can
not
be
true
.
"
"
However
,
look
!
"
said
the
officer
.
And
indeed
,
some
more
faces
,
furious
and
contorted
with
rage
,
showed
themselves
at
the
windows
,
crying
,
--
